Thursday, February 26, 2015

Thanks, Notepad++

Freedom of expression is like the air we breathe, we don't feel it, until people take it away from us.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The Count of Monte Cristo

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - wait and hope”

Monday, February 23, 2015

Pulp Fiction and Pot Bellies

"You think guys would find that attractive?"

"I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same."

Friday, February 20, 2015

Reminiscent of my grandpa's sentiments

Mrs. Sen glanced at Mr. Sen, who nodded.

Eliot's mother nodded, too, looking around the room. "And that's all ... in India?"

"Yes," Mrs. Sen replied. The mention of the word seemed to released something in her. She neatened the border of her sari where it rose diagonally across her chest. She, too, looked around the room, as if she noticed in the lampshades, in the teapot, in the shadows frozen on the carpet, something the rest of them could not. "Everything is there."

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Road

“You have my whole heart. You always did. ”

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

All the Pretty Horses

“Between the wish and the thing
the world lies waiting.”

Tuesday, May 06, 2014

From "Exploiting My Baby"

I have to do crazy shit like talk about my fucking heart, but at least cursing makes me feel less vulnerable and stupid about it. Fucking heart.

Friday, May 02, 2014

Comfortably miserable

But isn't it beautiful?
The way we fall apart

Monday, March 18, 2013

Oh Well, Oh Well

I promise I'll be just as strong as I can be.

Maybe you can get some sleep tonight.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

In the depths

Um, and it's tough because all you want--I think all I ever wanted was for somebody to put their arms around me and say it's okay in spite of the fact that I was screaming and telling them "fuck you, it's not okay," I wanted them to keep their arms around me and just keep saying it's okay, but it's like, why would I want somebody to just let this shit be piled on them? It's like the weirdest feeling. And of course, after--like, you're gonna break anybody's back as long as you're doing that. And so of course I think with all of my previous relationships that obviously became a huge sticking point.